As I walked down the pier toward my ship, returning from overnight liberty, I watched an enlisted man sweeping the foredeck of our destroyer. He worked his way up to the bullnose and placed the end of his broom in his palm and launched it overboard as far as it would go.
I spent 20 years in the Navy, and remember some of the names of people that I met:
Interior Communications Technician second class (IC2) Butts
BT1 Vernon Dale Isom...wanted everyone to call him V.D.
a Seaman Seaman and a Petty Officer Petty
And the most memorable, a Marine pilot named 1stLt Richard Head.
No lie, these were real!!
Another time, I worked for a Senior Chief who, if you believed his stories, had done it all more and better than anybody else. When we had morning quarters, this SCPO always asked of the group if anyone had any info to put out. One Petty Officer, on his last day in the Navy, said that he did, and proceeded up in front of the group. When he got next to the Senior Chief, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a green rock on a string and quickly slipped it over the Senior Chief's head, stating, "There! You're no longer Superman!!"